Fall: One Last Burst of Color

This spectacular (if crippled) Bradford pear tree greeted me out the kitchen window this morning as I made coffee. It is the last gasp of one of the more colorful falls in my memory.

I recall in August and through September saying, “We’re not going to have a fall this year. Too hot, too dry.” And then the weather cooled and the rain came, producing color that was more New England than Appalachia.

This old pear tree has been battered by wind for years and last year pretty well split in half, but it’s still pretty, so I’m not cutting it down until I have to.

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